Placing a hand on the counter, Bethany tried to catch her breath.

Her breath was hot, and the world felt alive in a strange way.

Bethany took a quick moment to turn her head back and forth, scanning the lobby, worried about anyone seeing how she behaved.

As though in a trance, unable to resist the earthly desires of her body any longer, Bethany raised her free hand to slowly grope her breasts, using her index finger to tease her hard and sensitive nipples. Immediately, there was a jolt that ran through her body, and she let out a quiet moan overflowing with the pleasure she felt.

Realizing the sound that emerged, Bethany quickly covered her mouth, her face hot.

Turning her head again, Bethany leaned to check one side of the partition down the hallway. She felt a wave of relief to only see the green and gold embroidered carpet leading deeper into the inn, the artwork displayed on the walls to make it appear prestigious, and the soft light from the lamps illuminating the interior in a friendly and soothing glow.

Bethany strained her ears, happy that there were no sounds from the diverging hallways, letting her know that the maids and staff were properly doing their duties.

The merchants, their families, and a few other guests lounged in the dining area, their voices in hushed tones due to the chaos outside.

None of the guests glanced over in Bethany's direction, making her release a sigh of relief.

Though the dining area was rather far away from the lobby, cold sweat traveled down her back.

Returning to face the inn, Bethany still couldn't believe her body was so easily stimulated. Though she didn't often touch herself, it was still something she would do at night while she lay on her bed -- feeling lonesome and longing for the touch of a man. Never an act she'd have done in the open, only in the privacy of her chambers.

Feeling better that no one had heard her, Bethany tried to regain her thoughts, bewildered by the lustful desires bubbling up from inside her.

Bethany couldn't help but notice how her breasts felt tender. What made it worse was how her bosom felt as though they were pressing against her uniform more, as if they grew in size slightly. Her hard nipples slid against the fabric of her uniform. They only added to the erotic sensations she felt and stimulated her slightly.

The thought that guests could see her nipples pressing against her uniform, visible to all, made her feel mixed emotions.

Placing a hand to her forehead, "What is happening to me?" Bethany breathed in and slowly let out the air.

Compared to before, Bethany wasn't as aroused though her breasts were still feeling as though they longed to be held in the grasp of a man's hand.

Bethany began imagining the young noble undressing her, teasing her breasts with his warm breath as if under a spell.

"Please," Bethany pleaded with the young noble, unable to contain the feelings of lust about to spray out of her.

The young noble smiled, enjoying how her hips slowly thrust toward him. He began using his tongue to seductively lick her nipples -- running his tongue in a slow circle as Bethany made short gasping noise, rising in pitch the more aroused she became. Sensing her submitting to his desires, the noble placed his lips over her breasts before his teeth teasingly bit down on her hardened nipples.

Bethany moaned as she held the young lord's head and pressed him into her bountiful chest, hoping he would take all of her.

"Yes, My Lord. Please, suck on them. I need you..., my Master." Bethany moaned as she groped her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples before pulling them away from her.

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"Get out of the way!" A man yelled angrily.

Bethany was jolted back to reality, returning to where she stood behind the counter in the lobby of the inn -- though slightly dazed and confused.

Realizing what she was doing, Bethany ran her hand through her hand. "What am I doing?" She felt a wave of shame wash over her. She couldn't believe that she was pleasuring herself publicly at her workstation where anyone could see her.

It was ridiculous that she would commit such an act of perversion, especially for someone her age. No longer was she a young woman that was pulled by her carnal desires, looking at young men her age.

In an attempt to rid herself of such naughty thoughts, she walked through the situation logically. Not only was the young noble part of the nobility and socially beyond her, but he was also someone similar in age to many of the new staff. On top of that, the young noble was a guest at her place of work.

Bethany leaned on the counter and clutched her face.

The idea that someone could've been watching her doing such an indecent act made her blush furiously.

What made it worse was how Bethany could feel that her undergarments between her legs were moist, meaning only one thing. Compared to what she had experienced alone, Bethany knew that her body reacted with such an explosion of erotic intensity than at any time in the past when she'd used her fingers that it made her question if she were sane.

"Get yourself together, Bethany," Bethany chastised herself.

Shaking her head, Bethany placed her hands on the counter and tried to concentrate on what was important.

Currently, Empire soldiers were marching towards Leaf Village, and they'd likely enslaved everyone they didn't kill.

Being a woman young enough to still attract attention from the opposite sex, Bethany knew what would be in store for her if she were captured.

But, despite the danger of being used as a toy by some noble of the Empire for the rest of her life until she was mentally and physically damaged beyond any hope of still being considered human, Bethany felt a sense of calmness. She imagined that such emotions were what also contributed to her shameless behavior.

Movement ahead of her made Bethany look out past the door and notice the carriage of the young noble, parked as though ready to take off.

Seeing the carriage, Bethany's heart sank.

Bethany realized that one of the young noble's servants had informed him of the threat approaching the village.

Thinking that the young noble would leave, some of her was relieved since the noble had treated her so well. The gold she received would be enough if she needed to flee outside of the Empire's influence. If she was frugal enough, one of the towns near the capital would be someplace she could stay while regaining her situation and finding work.

Bethany thought of several people she knew in one of the towns who could potentially set her up with a temporary job as a salesperson at a clothing store.

The sounds of crying could soon be heard behind the partition and interrupted her thoughts.

Bethany curiously moved to see who was making such noises.

Three maids were walking out of one of the hallways branching away from the main one, where the rooms were located.

Upon closer inspection, Bethany noticed that one of the maids was the one that had approached her earlier, worried about what to do about the Empire soldiers slowly encroaching on Leaf Village.

Before going over to ask what the issue was with the maids, Bethany quickly checked her appearance. Her eyes widened in alarm, seeing that her breasts were practically exposed. The memory of entering the trance where she molested and groped her body in a state of animal heat surfaced again. She cursed herself for doing such a disgraceful thing again.

Quickly, Bethany organized herself, neatly putting her uniform back together and shifting the dress so that her chest wasn't on display for all to see. She then ran her hands through her hair, desperately hoping that she didn't look like some lady of the night trying to attract men.

Straightening her posture, Bethany tried to cleanse her mind of the lustful thoughts from earlier. She took a deep breath and slowly released it, helping her to regain some of her professionalism.

Not wanting the maids to further disturb the other guest in the dining area, Bethany walked over to where the maids were huddled together.

Seeing the maids causing such a commotion that guests could see, Bethany was slightly irritated, partially added due to her behavior nearly destroying her reputation at the inn, but the emotion was instantly removed from her mind. It would be insensitive to be critical of valuable workers who were simply concerned about current affairs and their safety.

Even at that moment, the sound of villagers yelling and screaming in panic and fear could be heard as people were slowly evacuated. Shouts of directions let her know that the village guards were involved in trying to direct people so the least number of people could be hurt.

"What is the matter?" Bethany made sure to keep her voice gentle as though talking to a child that had awakened in the middle of the night from a nightmare.

The maid that had talked to her earlier looked at Bethany, her eyes red from crying -- streams of tears pouring down her face. "Miss, I'm sorry for not doing my duties. I just can't help but think of what'll happen to us."

Quickly trying to remember the maids' names, Bethany gave an empathetic smile before motioning to the maids. "Mel, Cally, and Amory come over here."